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#household - door knob His hand hovered above the door knob, Unsure of what to do. Should he leave all he'd ever loved, Break out and start a new.
Chapter 1: Frankie "I am sorry to informe you Frankie it is Canser" I here the doctor say.
The slap that turned my face dark red A crimson blush from mouth to ear Was the spark that drew me to To a place, far from here A slap that ended callous words Words that stung, like acid...
Scared beyond belief. Cannot find relief. Knowing this fear isn't right. Wanting to keep it hidden out of sight. If I close my eyes. I can dream we've said our goodbyes. My fears I tried to hide.
That's when I smelled it. His cologne. Liam. He must've been hanging out with Lindsey, and heard the shot. Must've run straight here. Thanks, Liam, but it's too late.
Playing eternally in my mind like an old film tape wound Around my thoughts, my heart Starts.
A place they used to know A place they used to go This place was filled with woe For reasons they don't know There's a place they used to fear This place was o so near A place they don't wanna...
“I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you” Friedrich Nietzsche I trusted you once and you broke it. I trusted you twice and you broke me.
Is it right to cry for being hurt, when you brought the hurt on yourself. Is it right to pine after the only one with the power to break you, which they use.. Every. Single. Day.
Stay away from me September, you and I will nevertheless be friends. You fill my year with sadness, that lingers and never ends. Each year on your arrival, the sun is stolen from the sky.
A special one, for my father. Inspired by my learning of his birthday today. Please circle yes or no: 1. Does it hurt that I never knew your birthday until today. Yes No 2.
If I don't return your messages Then my silence lets you know That I haven't turned & looked back Since the day I let you go.
A poem about elephants in the circus.
My safe haven has turned to hell and my safe place is a nightmare. I felt betrayed and hurt like crows pecking at me while I'm laid bare.
He told me to whistle when I needed him as he hung the gold-plated cylindrical whistle around my neck.
Whoa. Just... Whoa :0 WARNING: More swearing. More good reasons. *Drew's POV* I wandered carefully around Justin's bedroom, looking over every little detail. I wasn't snooping.
When things get hard, and your pushed to the ground the weak stay down, accept their defeat, the strong, stand up, and show the world that even at their worst they can live.
It's unbearable. Unbelievable. How much I. Miss you. Pining like an. Abandoned dog. I'm walking. On broken glass. Limping through. My life-warzone. And there's a. Sucking hole. Where my heart.
I still remember your words, I still remember your face. You said you were in love but not with me. You said "I see her face when I am with you". You said and you said so many hurtful things.
He woke up early in an empty bed, his fingers all wrinkled like prunes. Trying to shake the song from his head, haunted by yesterday's tunes. The song was a song of hatred.
I look at his strong body weaken and a tear falls for my eye to his cheek, "Don't leave me. Don't you... Dare... Stay with me... I love you so you can't leave!" I whimper snivelling every now and...
My eyes close I'm holding onto my memories and hatred. my slumber all alone in my head... so silent.
My life is up and down. Thought the stars. Below the ground. I got the cuts. I got the scars. In my heart. You make me bleed. Im ridiculed. For my love. My car is fast. But I'm behind.
Sorry it's too little too late. Sorry I will do much more now. Chapter 16 We were in the middle of nowhere so when it came to sleeping.